The end of being Daddy's princess

The night left me stranded .The night my father died and everything changed.Suddenly I was noticed by everyone.For good and for good.The day before,I remeber praying the wholeday and left the tv on broadcasting hajj,hearing quran whiletrying to sleep. I did it.I di it all to ask for his mercy.                                                     

      Later that day he died exactly at 11:45 at the hospital.I was numb.Didn't feel anything until  after a few days when I understod what I really losty father, a true gentle man.                                   A lot of things were going on that day.Everyone was coming to pay their last visit to him.Until one day when people stopped coming and everything went normal for everyone

             I realised then that I am no longer a daddys princess.No one will come to wake me up in the morning reciting early to bed early to rise,no one will call me maa,no one will be there to mimic me when I cry.The bitter truth hurted me, I was empty. I realized slowly  but it was too late.Too late for me to hold him. Too late for me to laugh with him.I realized what I lost, a true gentleman, an idol.Happy fathers day to all the fathers .I wish your child may not take you for granted.